July 2021
Andrea Potos
apotos@gmail.com
Bio Note: I live in beautiful Madison, Wisconsin. More than anything I love to travel, even to nearby places like Door County or Chicago--it gives me such a boost and often such inspiration for writing! My poems can be found many places, and my recent books are Marrow of Summer and Mothershell.

Truth, Beauty

Poet friends have cautioned me
about using those words,  they
were John Keats’ after all, and he
is long dead.  
Hasn’t the 19th century
gone the way of London fog,
chamber pots,
whalebone corsets?
No one, I was told,
will believe 
those words in a poem
with no modern ground
to plant them, ominously perched as they are
on precipices of prayer.
Originally published in Marrow of Summer (Kelsay Books)

Summer Moment

A gibbous moon landed
on the crowns of the locusts.

Shrubs and trees quivered with song.  
Thoughts, those sweaty

old dogs,
laid down.  

Twilight, murmurous and warm, 
swept into the space it was meant for.
Originally published in An Ink Like Early Twilight (Salmon Poetry)
©2021 Andrea Potos
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